Fruitless is worry –
useless sensitivity
undermining vibrancy –
love smitten are victims,
pause as memories rise
analyze old wounds

revile infatuations
pain threatening
uncertainty too rough
a ride – open arms
wilt with inactivity,
isolated, regretful,
ideals grounded,
smashed by
fruitless worry.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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